Betrayal Beneath the Night Sky
Using the last bit of the medicine's effect, Evan endured the pain all over his body and desperately fled.
The cold night wind howled past his ears like ghostly screams. Every step he took left a faint bloody footprint on the stone road outside the Lockheart Martial Arts Hall. His breathing had already become ragged and unstable, each inhale burning his lungs like fire.
His black clothes were soaked in blood.
Some of it belonged to others.
Most of it belonged to him.
He occasionally coughed up blood, and his internal injuries were severe.
The earlier siege had nearly pushed his body beyond its limit. Even with the temporary Gold Realm power granted by the strange exilir, he had still been forced into a brutal life-and-death battle against countless Old Martial Arts experts.
And Lucas…
That mad dog had attacked like he wanted both of them dead together.
